Dream Interpretation- Do You Have the Skills?

Greetings Fellow Travelers...

Have you ever seen one of those books on dream interpretation? I have seen a copy or two, and it seems to me that deciphering the symbolism of a dream is up for grabs. Just about everything, according to the books I saw, were either about money or death. Examples; blue frog with red spots- death, blue frog with red spots- money, depending on the editor.

Todays exercise is simple, but it might not be easy. If successful you will be able to amaze your friends at parties, if not win the White House in 2012. I am going to give you four dreams that I have had over the years. I remember them clearly, and each one is a bona fide dream dreamed by yours truly. Your assignment is to interpret these dreams as best you can and provide an analysis. There is no winner or loser and no prizes are offered. I just want to see if your interpretation agrees with mine. Ready? Here we go.

The first dream happened when I was around eight or nine. I was standing on our roof, at the very top, with my toes at the edge, looking down on our yard. I jump of the roof and float down to the grass at a slow and safe speed, making a slow left turn and land with the house to my left.

The second dream was some years later. The dream was of me riding in a car at night through a small town. It was late enough so that the entire town had shut down and all stores and businesses were closed for the night. I have no sense of who was driving, but I was around ten or twelve in my dream, and I believe, in real life as well. We pass a white house, a house painted blue or green, and then a church made of red brick. This dream is significant because years later my dad and I were on our way to pick up my sister, her husband and children when their van broke down about 200 miles away. We drove through a small town, late at night, and I got an eerie, familiar, almost panicky feeling when the houses from my dream were all at once real and passing by my window. I told my dad that if the next thing we passed was a red brick church I would freak out. It was. We both freaked out and the chills up and down our spines were outnumbered only by the goosebumps on our arms.

I believe I was in my mid to late twenties when I had the third dream. I was rich. Filthy, stinking, loaded, STOOPID rich. I had a lot of land with both wooded areas and meadow-like areas that were many acres each. I also had a brand new helicopter. It was a beautiful model with room for about four passengers and was aquamarine in color, I believe. I don't remember much about the color. What I do remember about this dream, in some detail, is teaching myself how to fly my helicopter. I would start it and lift a couple of feet off the ground and set it back down. I would repeat that maneuver a few times, getting a little higher each time, until I was about ten feet high. Then I got to around four feet up and started going side to side, then back and forth, then would move ten or twenty feet and set her down again. This went on and on and I would move further and further each time, but not higher. I never did go to full flight.

I have had many dreams about tornadoes. Each time I would I would have a bad feeling upon awakening. The first time I saw a waterspout was the day after I injured my back which ended my working life for a long while. When I could walk well enough I would walk my young son to school and pick him up. Almost every day I would see funnel clouds peeking out of the sky. When I stopped seeing them my wife left me with four kids, an injured back, no income and no vehicle. I tell you this because tornadic activity seems to be a significant dream symbol.

But here's the fourth dream. My mother and I were surrounded by tornadoes. There were dozens of them and death and destruction were all around. My mother was very angry, possibly very afraid, and wouldn't talk to me or let me talk, and never looked at me. We were outside the entire dream, but were never injured. I felt as if there was no other family left.

Now, I don't want to skew your powers of logic and symbolic interpretation by telling you my opinion. There are many others that I remember that seem to "come to life" as if in prophetic fulfillment. I do not claim to be a prophet, or psychic, or anything like that. I do take my dreams seriously, as if my mind is trying to figure something out, but what about the ones that have played out in front of me, like the one about the small town?

Any opinions?